This, of course, was a selfish view of affairs, one which took no thought of “the greatest good to the greatest number” and all that sort of thing, and so it found little sympathy. And after its first burst of indignation the Scrub relapsed into grumbles and accepted the inevitable――and “Steve.” “Steve” was rather a surprise, too. He proved in short order that, while he might be a specialist in baseball, and not know everything there was to know about the gridiron game, he was quite competent to see the Scrub Team through the rest of its season. And he made rather a hit with the fellows at the outset by not “pulling a line of guff,” as “Wink” Coles elegantly expressed it, about being unfamiliar with the duties and relying on them all to help him. No, “Steve” didn’t ask any assistance. He just took hold on Tuesday afternoon at twenty minutes to four, and gave each and every one a good, hard “six licks at the dummy,” not hesitating to tell them how rotten they were――most of them――nor being at a loss for improving instructions. They resented his criticism more because it seemed to reflect on “Cocky” than for more personal reasons, but they didn’t harbor resentment long. “Steve” kept them too busy, maybe. They trotted over and tried to take a fall out of the First at four-thirty, and didn’t do so badly, for the First still lacked the services of Fargo, and one or two other lesser lights, and, besides, appeared to be suffering slightly from unsettled nerves. The Scrub sent Johnny Thayer across the big team’s goal in the second half of the game, and was scored on thrice by the opponent. Fargo sat on the bench, his left knee enormously bandaged and padded, and scowled darkly on the world. Report had it that the fullback would be all ready to play in Saturday’s game if needed. As Saturday’s contest, the next to the last on the Wyndham schedule, was with High Point School, he very likely would not be needed, for High Point was not a strong aggregation, and had been selected for that reason. To-day “Swede” Hanbury worked at fullback most of the time, being relieved by Massingham and Badger toward the last. There was not much choice evident, although Hanbury possessed the advantage over his competitors of being a good kicker. Scrub, still resentful over the loss of its coach, and reminded of the fact by the sight of “Cocky” devoting his energies to the First, played a bit more savagely this afternoon and neither asked nor gave mercy. But the First was undoubtedly suffering from an inferiority complex and offered almost nothing in the way of reprisal. Al Greene and Billy Desmond, between whom a friendly feud had existed all season, ended the game with the honors all Al’s for the first time.